This guy flips his face faster than flipping a book. Just now he was all smiles, and now he's got a face like he's about to blow his top. Zhang Weixiong might still think it's no good, but Chen Jin can see that this guy is just putting on an act, wanting to ask for more benefits.
Without waiting for Zhang Weixiong to speak, he kicked him under the table, speaking for the first time, courteously, "Brother Hui, excuse me for interrupting. What Weixiong means is not to make it real, but to make the fake look real. For example, something that ordinary people can't tell, but only the police can find out when they call the headquarters."
Hong Kong ID cards, like those on the mainland, have a number. When the police verify it, if they suspect you, they will call the police headquarters' information desk to check your number and name, and that's it. Of course, there won't be an image during an on-the-street check. This is also the reason Zhang Guohui just mentioned for why stolen ID cards can be used on Hong Kong Island, and this phenomenon is quite common.
Not to mention being recognized by the police, the person whose ID was stolen, or their acquaintances, just the fact that he can't use his real name and could commit crimes with it, Chen Jin can't accept. He has long-term plans, and now just needs to find a fake that can pass.
Apart from the police, everything else can pass. This is the fake that Chen Jin wants, and it's also a very high-quality fake.
"Dead boy, don't I know that? Do you need to tell me!" Zhang Guohui scolded Chen Jin without any courtesy. "Is this a place for you to speak? No respect, no manners at all!"
By this time, Zhang Weixiong seemed to understand as well, and he poured tea for Zhang Guohui again with a smile, "Brother Hui, please help out. I know you are capable, this must be a trivial matter for you."
"We do have the thing, but it's hard to get. I need to ask someone for help," Zhang Guohui finally spoke his mind. "Well, for the sake of your father and you, Brother Hui will get this done for you. I'll charge a little less, ten thousand Hong Kong dollars. As long as the police don't call the headquarters, I guarantee they won't find out, OK?"
Money is actually not a big deal, as long as he can get it. But Zhang Guohui, this guy, speaking so high and mighty, usually, one costs two or three thousand Hong Kong dollars, and this high-grade goods at most about five thousand. He just gave him a big red envelope, and now this guy is still so greedy, really hateful!
Zhang Weixiong's face also changed slightly, "Brother Hui, although I haven't done that thing, I've heard of it. That thing is at most five thousand, isn't ten thousand a bit too much?"
"Dead boy, are you bargaining with me now?" Zhang Guohui sneered, "I tell you, it's already good that I'm willing to do it for you, and that's for your face. Otherwise, I would have already dealt with this stowaway."
Chen Jin secretly resented in his heart, no wonder Zhang Jiacong had such a bad impression of this guy. This person is just a donkey that goes along with the flow, arrogant and domineering, only smooths things over, and changes face at the slightest dissatisfaction.
Maybe it's better to say that he treats the Zhang family differently because he remembers the kindness from his childhood, rather than saying that he doesn't dare to provoke the Zhang family because Zhang Jiacong has been the village head of Rongshu Village for twenty years. Of course, it's also very likely that he's concerned about his reputation on the road, fearing people would say he's ungrateful, after all, people on the road still care about this.
Zhang Weixiong is also a versatile character. He's not afraid of Zhang Guohui. He bit his lip, his face still smiling, but with a hint of coldness, his tone and words a bit less polite, "So, Brother Hui, you mean there's no room for discussion?"
Zhang Weixiong had told Chen Jin that he had dealt with Zhang Guohui many times, and the two were quite familiar. Zhang Guohui also valued Zhang Weixiong's attitude, which was also why Zhang Jiacong agreed to let Zhang Weixiong talk with Zhang Guohui.
Zhang Guohui is not brainless; he naturally heard the hostility in Zhang Weixiong's tone and slapped
him, scolding, "Dead boy, what is this attitude? Are you begging me, or am I begging you?"
Just then, the food arrived. Zhang Weixiong didn't really want to turn his face against this guy. Seeing that he was still ranting, but his tone had relaxed a bit, he took the opportunity to invite everyone to eat first, "Come, come, Brother Hui, three brothers, let's eat and drink something first." He and Zhang Jiacong hadn't considered finding another big hoodlum, Brother Zhong, but that was an even more bastardly guy. In that case, it's better to find Zhang Guohui.
Besides, if it really costs ten thousand in the end, it's not impossible to agree under the current circumstances. What's being done right now is just not wanting to be slaughtered by Zhang Guohui, and agreeing too easily would make him even more greedy.
After drinking some wine and eating some vegetables, Zhang Weixiong opened the conversation again, "Brother Hui, to be honest, I came to you because we know each other. Otherwise, there are plenty of people in Central who can do that..."
Zhang Weixiong and even Zhang Jiacong decided to find Zhang Guohui for other reasons. First, Zhang Weixiong is an educated person; it's impossible for him to really know those people who mix on the road. Suddenly going to someone to get this done, not to mention being ripped off, might even get involved with them; second, letting Zhang Guohui do it, he's familiar with the process, fast, and not too many people will know, which is also good for confidentiality.
Zhang Guohui, who has never read a book, although not stupid, doesn't think about many things, not as deeply. Hearing Zhang Weixiong's words, he got a bit impatient but also loosened up, "Blah, blah, blah, like a woman, alright, alright, for the sake of our past friendship, nine thousand then."
Seeing Zhang Weixiong smile, Zhang Guohui knew he was going to speak, immediately pointing at him, intending to shut him up first, "Look, look, dead boy, don't talk anymore, ah, this price is already very cheap."
Zhang Weixiong laughed, "Brother Hui, you really should go into business. Maybe in twenty years, your name will be among Hong Kong's top ten richest." Not sure if this was a compliment or sarcasm, he quickly changed the subject, "How about this, Brother Hui, I'll give you six thousand..."
Zhang Guohui didn't let him finish, sneered, "Dead boy, I'll take six thousand from you, but I can't guarantee the quality of the goods."
This guy actually had such a face, which amused Zhang Weixiong, "Brother Hui, I don't mind if the goods are not good, but if people outside say your work is sloppy, it might not be good!"
"Ha, dead boy, you dare to talk to me like that!" Zhang Guohui habitually reached out to hit Zhang Weixiong again, but this time Zhang Weixiong blocked it with his hand.
In this standoff, suddenly there was a commotion in the corridor outside, and then a bunch of people's voices walking this way, and in a breath, the door was rudely kicked open.
It seems that the visitors are not friendly! And with Zhang Guohui here, the people who dare to kick the door must be formidable.
The first to enter the door is a bald, burly man with a face full of horizontal flesh, wearing sunglasses, which seemed somewhat out of place yet somewhat fitting. He rubbed his bald head and stared at Zhang Guohui, chuckling sinisterly. Chen Jin could clearly feel the intense malice, "Ah Hui, so you were hiding here, you really made it tough for me to find you!"
As he entered, two fierce-looking men followed him, and several more equally ferocious thugs blocked the door. Even more people stood in the corridor outside. Clearly, they were well-prepared and came with bad intentions!
Zhang Guohui is not one of those big names on Hong Kong Island that can afford to have brothers watch his back outside, so he visibly pales and takes a defensive stance, but his mouth shows no weakness, "Yo, Brother Zhong, how do you have the time to visit me, and without notice? I could have sent someone to pick you up and prepare a better banquet to welcome you!"
Brother Zhong, real name He Zhong, also known as Bald Zhong, like Zhang Guohui, is a leader of the hooligans on Lamma Island. This guy is said to be very vicious, now even foregoing sitting down, revealing a very ferocious face - which may also be due to his unappealing looks, "Ah Hui, don't beat around the bush with me. I'm here to ask if you know about your men trying to grab a bite in Rongshu Bay, which has always been my turf."
Rongshu Bay is the most prosperous area on Lamma Island, with the most people, restaurants, bars, and entertainment facilities, naturally the main place for these hooligans to seek livelihoods.
However, that place has always been Brother Zhong's territory. Zhang Guohui is just a big hooligan who rose to power in recent years. But Rongshu Bay, being the only such good place on Lamma Island, Zhang Guohui naturally couldn't bear to let Brother Zhong monopolize it. In the past two years, although his power has risen sharply, still not as strong as Brother Zhong, he has started to eye Rongshu Bay. The two groups have clashed over this matter many times, just without a large-scale conflict or direct fallout.
This time He Zhong suddenly came over, obviously, Zhang Guohui did something big that upset him. This king versus king situation, if it escalates, would surely blow up. Fortunately, this is on land. Chen Jin, though he feels he's been caught in constant turmoil these days, is not afraid. He is now the biggest bug in this world, albeit still weak, but in terms of pure combat power, he really fears no one.
Zhang Guohui, however, answers something completely unrelated, pointing at Zhang Weixiong, "Brother Zhong, sorry, I'm discussing a very important matter with the son of Village Chief Zhang right now. Let's talk about our matter tomorrow."
This guy didn't mention it was for a fake identity, otherwise Brother Zhong would definitely not care, and also mentioned Zhang Jiacong's identity. Zhang Jiacong, after all, is a village chief with some power and prestige locally, apparently trying to make He Zhong have some reservations. It seems this kid definitely did something very inappropriate, knowing that things can't end well today, wanting to get away first.
But He Zhong simply doesn't care, waving his hand at Zhang Weixiong and the others, "Your matter can wait." Then turning to Zhang Guohui, "Ah Hui, you haven't answered my question yet. Are you trying to snatch business from me?"
Zhang Guohui, accustomed to being arrogant, finds it difficult to admit defeat, especially seeing the number of people He Zhong brought. He's even hoping his brothers will get the message and come over. Holding back his anger, he stands up and pulls out a chair for He Zhong, "Sit, Brother Zhong, we can discuss this matter!"
He Zhong, now in an advantageous position, seems oblivious to Zhang Guohui's stalling tactic, very confidently and comfortably plops down on the chair Zhang Guohui pulled out for him, speaking arrogantly, "You tell me, what now?" This statement already assumes that Zhang Guohui wants to challenge him, ready to settle the matter directly!